Pears Poems - Poems about Pears

I had a naughty dream and dreamt of pears Looked away but I couldn't help my stares It was at my local beach She was way out of my reach A topless lady without any cares... Written on 22nd August 2023...

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"apples and pears" like a liz ard or better a snake split tongued young one tempting me with the old sin...

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To you my love I do propose Cursory couplets to compose. What sort of short verse would you hear In short iambic rhyme my dear: Coupled couplets in a couplet? Coupled cutlets in a couplet? Or perhaps a brace of bears bare? Perhaps a pair of pears to pare? Surely none, you have too much sense As such poetry gives offense. Date Written:...

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Autumn blooming with colour, From Nature’s palette of Copper and gold. Large leaves lying still, Damp and mouldy, in this late sun. Pears slowly ripening, In harvest’s jamboree. Pinkish tinged, speckled, They lie heavy with camouflage, Ripe for the pot. Skinned, their crystalline beauty Cannot be held too long. Their life is done, long before Winter’s pallor and seasoned, frosty crust, Binds the rivers with ice. 22.10.18...

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Autumn Song Winter's edge begins to cull our lovely pregnant aching Autumn swollen with Summer fruit and wild wind-sown berries of the Spring. Sun-drunk pears, startling all the wild amazed birds, leap through frosted air like rainbows, yellow red and gold. To spread their final sunburst over chill-threatened Earth. Autumn is almost more than we can bear. all memory of beauty grace and light, Of promise kept, or...

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Tiny green baubles appear and will grow. Tasty sugar pears await, But, squirrels steal them all! ...

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Clustered cactus trees sprawling, reclining in the summer heat where agile pollinators dart among gorgeous silky blooms. Day by day the prickly pear fruit swell and mature. Already the mind conjures visions of red, magenta, pink, yellow and white. thriving on spring rain deep-rooted fantasy mellifluent desires Experience has shown that the best time to pick prickly pears is early morning before the sun’s...

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I tried to have conversation But they screamed me out of focus They left me no attention span By the use of hocus pocus Oasis is double sag We see them on display We want to practice tasting them Though these **** are not for play They light up someone’s evening And they can make someone’s day But if you saw them all the time They...

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(Glorified Pear Honey) The lowly pear, no zip, no burn. Major juice, anemic flavor. Add orange and lemon for bite. Grind all to blend. Add sugar for sweetness, cook, covered, in 200 degree oven, eight or more hours, as you sleep. Upon awakening, add maraschino for color, seal in sterilized jars, store in pantry. Pear Honey on morning toast, grants a baklava morning, without the fat. cfa© 10/4/2014...

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pears hang yellow-green waiting for ripeness to fall... September gale blows yellow, green pears lie bruised upon mother earth's breast.. ants, wasps, hornets feed pears food for insects ants lay in store for winter... pouring rains flood mound ...

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tiny pears adorn tree, fruit for many species August mighty gale...

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I recall when my son went to grow his first mustache. After the manly thrill, of shaving once a week had passed. He'd spend an hour in the bath, gelling hair so straight up it would stick. Then he'd come down to breakfast, strutting his upper lip. I tried not to laugh, while biting the inside of my cheek. It...

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ABba abAB abbaA A Rondel For LMB's contest *Peaches, Pineapples, and Pears* Peaches, pineapples and pears chilled, topped over my angel food. This helps to sweeten my sour mood, this, my secret love affair. I cut them into little squares drain, contain, and later drink the juice. Peaches, pineapples, and pears chilled, topped over my angel food. No other dessert can even compare to this delicacy for me,...

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Bradford pear colored with burgundy Standing in my neighbor's yard You're full fluffy hair offers a dandy Hideaway, for all the birds in this bard I know that I saw a Robin Nibbling on one of you're pears He was a great dancer, bobbin Eating all your delicious fare Then the magical Blue Bird Who loves a small hollow post To nest, decided that he...

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Across the cold concrete steps Are strewn pears and lilies A very long time ago A grave tragedy occurred here No one saw anything No one said a word Dark spirits now protect the site Somber, powerful memories still remain At the corner of forever Out on the edge of time Where something means everything But means nothing at all Stands a figure transfixed, keenly aware that beyond...

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